Post by silvir on May 30, 2007 0:28:19 GMT
She ran like the wind, away from her pursuers. Gliding through the tall grass, ducking and weaving through brances and trees, she seemed almost animal-like.Then, a spell was fired: INCARCEROUS! Ropes swiftly flew towards her- CRICK- they wrapped on a tree- she had darted aside. She had returned to the school of her past, running through the forbidden, hooded fiigures following her. She remembered. She had raided them, stealing and sabotaging. Suddenly, more spells followed, jinxes and curses. SHe darted clear and began following a path well-known to her. Leading them through marshes and bogs, clearings and hollow, she came closer. She had led them to a large, clear, but eerily silent ditch. She had befriended the creatures within, along time ago, ten years seeming like centuries. Almost like another life. STUPEFY! she ducked just in time and cursed herself for not paying attention. A quick turn, and she promptly dissapeared before their very eyes.
A man's low grumble broke the silence. "What the-" He was cut off by an ominous clicking and rustling from the leaves above. THe group looked up and
saw an army of Acromantulas spinning webs, attacking. The humans raised wands and began blasting all the spells that came to mind, even Unforgivables.
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Far away from the din and frenzy of the battle, a lone figure stood on top of a hill. She looked back over her shoulder at the sparks and webs. The gentle wind blew her dark hair and a strand of web into her face. She turned around and trudged wearily down
out of the forest
her wings
trailing
behind.
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saw an army of Acromantulas spinning webs, attacking. The humans raised wands and began blasting all the spells that came to mind, even Unforgivables.
_____________________________________________________
Far away from the din and frenzy of the battle, a lone figure stood on top of a hill. She looked back over her shoulder at the sparks and webs. The gentle wind blew her dark hair and a strand of web into her face. She turned around and trudged wearily down
out of the forest
her wings
trailing
behind.
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